Tell Paul I’m in the hospital
he does not know,he’s dead you see
But he would want to know
He is waiting for me somewhere
I can’t understand why you won’t tell him
There must be a way to do it
Don’t deceive me any more
He is my brother
He was my brother
My brother
Ah.so
I am feeling for the many roots that curve beneath the soil
Where insects scuttle silently, where kindly beetles toil.
Roots keep huge trees from falling down,an anchor and a friend
They feed the trees and crops and flowers in spring when life expands.
I place my feelers out to learn
what other life forms know.
Everywhere the mind can think
imagination goes
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
The way the body curves with silent grace
By non-verbal means we are beguiled
The movement of the eyes, the lips, make calls
That beg our bodies for a joint embrace
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
We don’t know what we do, we’re reconciled
Without a trick or plan, without a trace
By non-verbal means we are beguiled
We’ve counted all the points but are they real?
Like fractal geometry our love is space
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
Stillnesss come, eternity is poised
All know the dance embodied does not lie
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
By the gaze and glances we are beguiled
The trees are still summer full
Heavy leaves block the waning light
Sun looks like a moon on vacation
Looking for a man
Made of green cheese
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In the water leaves swirl round
Autumn red and dusky brown
Epping Forest high above
Sheds its leaves and naked is
Silver birches show their wood
Delicate as any love.
The red maple mighty free
Displays beauty all can see
Birds rise up in mock alarm
Destroy their foes by tender charm
Love protects both foe and friend
This is life which has no end
Iris blue and hot mud on the toes
The innocence of water as it flows
Water lilies, fountains, bubbling fun
Comfort me with apples, I am done.
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I am frozen with the shock of my falls
Trying not to move the wrong way
Where is my voice I can’t call
Trying to recover my day.
I dont want to be prey .
The lion must go over the wall .
Have you got nothing to say
About this event, this great Fall
Secret bank accounts of Adolf Hitler have been found recently in Switzerland.His 5th cousin
Samantha Hitler came across them in a box in her attic.
She hopes to endow a Hitler scholarship at All Souls College
Hitler is responsible for the Europe we have today.
Judging by recent donations this should be easy, she told our reporter.Ot would an Auschwitz Scholarship be more acceptable?
Fascism and Communism are still with us Samantha cried
We need to find out why
We saw a little River near the road
Rapidly it danced as on it flowed.
Who would think the dirty river Lea
From such delightful springs would come to be.
As by the happy meadows it flowed by
We lingered on the edge where flowers lie.
Little cranesbill, daisy,buttercup
Silver rain will water this fine. crop
We were all helpless at birth and without Care we would die .
So when we are ill or disabled the memories be flood us more for those with bad memories
Anyone who is rude or cruel will have a bigger by effect than normal.It can be very frightening in hospital.
While I have been in hospital I have found some of tm the staff respond to patients in a manner described by R D Làing in his book The Divided Self.
I could hear someone crying every evening for several hours
I could not decide if it was a baby, The wailing was like a baby’s but the larynx was too powerful, I eventually found it was patients with dementia..
Before that I was told I was imagining it I was afraid wondering if my distress was making me sad and I was projecting it into someone else.
It is sad and I feel it but that is better than being told you are round the bend
Then people I was phoning asked me who it was.So it was they could hear it
The crying has been heard by me now in 3 places.i find it is the same strange sound Exactly the same whoever they are It is not personalised.It may be a default sound I feel their grief. I have worked with the elderly but I have never heard this sound before I notice the average age of people in these places is much older than when I am spent my vacations working in hospitals and homes.,It is tragic
Before a year had passed I lost our child
No longer newly weds on the Church aisle
No longer pure and innocent and free
In love with death for God has tortured me
I am not Job my bloody sheets agree
I’ll not beg for mercy , hear my plea
O dangerous cliffs I’ll wander with the wild
For God has killed my heart and now my child.
What to you may be a worthless weed
Bears its little flowers to create seeds
Thus it spreads itself as Love requires
Humble speedwell,hear of our desires.
In the pavements cracks were home to grass
The sidestep slabs were broken like thick glass
When heavt frost came, rain made frozen pools
I trod in them as I tore up to school
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
A woman in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
Little signs spark tender memories
The future fiction, past a lost abyss
Grass blades, little weeds, small snails
Tender scents that guide the lost and frail
Getting ever thinner by the day
I refuse to disappear or just decay
The food for geriatrics is too sparse
We need to hunt on gay old Southwold Marsh
We walked in rhythm as if life were our dance
Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our way
Exchanging too a soft and loving glance
We walked in rhythm as if love were a dance
Showing both the strength and the nuance
I wish my love were still with me at play
We walked in rhythm, our life a home made dance
Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our way
In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh
That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.
How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?
Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.
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My drinking is putting me at risk
Of what?
Going bankrupt
Still it is not an illness
Adultery is not an illness
What follows?
Not everything is an illness
So true .I am not
Not what?
An illness
So what a relief !
What is a relief?
It makes you feel better
Are you really better?.
We will wait and see
And so say all of us
Thank you
There was a coots nest by the bridge
The new river gleaming in neon
Silly ducks loiter
I want to go home
Give me laxatives all day
Give catheters and pills
Tie me to the bed by with your big tray
Send me white and frozen chips
Hot they burn my lips
Tell me there’s a map
The water from the Chilterns seeks the sea
It’s nature is to gather into streams
United it becomes potent and free
And fulfil at last its masochistic dream
An old millstream runs down with happy sounds
The energy unused wets Abbey grounds.
I see the cottage gardens and the cat
Cornflowers blue, untidy, wàter rats
The sound of running water pleased my soul
Ambleside the Stepping Stones the whole
Trapped on my bed
They put my tube of urine
Over my leg .
.
My calf was caught
Nobody came
I managed to get it out
By myself
Lonely here
I am
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
See the Abbey ruins on the cliff
I can’t climb those steep steps any more
The whip of salty sea, the shells, the lore
The old town with its alleys and its fish
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
We heard the seagulls shrieking, Jesus rose
We were in a cottage but in fact
I won’t climb those abbey steps no more
In my mind I find an unmarked door
A dream comes by, who whipped my tender flesh?
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
Fish don’t die like sheep in abbatoirs
But yet it must gruesome so to thrash
I can’t climb those steep steps any more
I don’t like eating fish,I hate their whiff
It makes me conscious of my father’s death
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
Who can’t climb those Abbey…
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